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Call Dr. Charles. This is his daughter.

When I got in my car, it just seemed
like the only option.

I'll always be here for you.

My mother died of prion disease when she
was 45 years old.

Do you have it?

I'm really going to miss the ED.

We do an awful lot of good down here.
The people aren't half bad.

I got stuck in a well. You might not
remember me.

Katie!

We need to talk.

Sorry for bothering you so late.

Bothering me? It's not late. What's on
your mind? I'm pregnant.

You're pregnant?

Yeah, ma 'am.

And... It's yours.

Yeah, I guess it makes sense.

Uh... Wait, I warned you. Those crunch
berries could be an indulgence.

They most certainly were.

Mm -hmm, mm -hmm.

You're... You're going to have the baby?

Yeah, definitely.

Okay. But I need you to know, Dean, that
I don't... I mean, I don't expect

anything from you.

Well, what does that mean? You know, if
you're past this, I...

I can do this alone. There would be no
hard feelings, anything. I'm not past

wanting to be the father of my child.

I just need to absolutely know that this
is what you want to do.

Yeah, I do.

I want to be a mother.

Okay. I didn't know that.

Neither did I.

Until I saw that positive test.

All these feelings just hit me so hard.
It was kind of shocking because,

you know, I had never felt like this was
in the cards for me. Why not?

I'm an addict, Dean.

I didn't deserve a child, and it
certainly didn't deserve me. Stop it.

lie, and you know it. I do now.

You were a big part of that.

Whatever you need, I'm in.

Okay? Okay.

Two friends having a baby.

Yeah. Yeah.

Uber Eats finally dropped off your
breakfast sushi.

Wow. You should ding that 5 .0 rating.

Yeah. Hey, all yours, 48.

You're rocking that OBG Wayne green.

John.

You know, maybe if you told people why
you can't eat raw fish, you wouldn't

to waste any. I see.

You're three months along.

What exactly are you waiting for? I'm
just saying, your baby daddy might be

getting a little impatient.

Incoming. Triple trauma. House fire with
bad burns. Two minutes out.

Problem one's ready. Vicki Aldridge, 11
-year -old male.

Burns to his right arm and leg. Looks
deep in some places. Where's my dad?

Right behind us, Ricky.

Breath sounds clear. Saps 96 on 2
liters. Heart rate 125.

What happened?

Father made a quick trip to the grocery
store. Ricky was sleeping.

Came home to find the second floor
engulfed in flames.

My dad carried me out.

He saved me. It's okay, buddy. We got
you, all right?

43 -year -old male with burns to his
chest, abdomen, and all four limbs.

Put him on a face mask.

Gave him an amorphine and roots.

I'm pretty agitated.

A hundred fentanyl and pulse of Versed.
In case it's not enough.

Be still, sir. Be still, please.

On my count. One, two, three.

Find who?

His wife.

We got his son out by the time we went
back in for her. The claims he consumed

the primary bedroom.

Oxygen's down to 87.

Heart rate 145.

Accommodate and sucks her in.

Move.

All right, I'm in. I'm going to have to
do a chest escherotomy.

I need some help if you can spare it,
Dean. His wife just came in.

Yeah, go, go, go, go.

I'm guessing about 80%. Oh, it's closer
to 90 % full thickness.

Morphine drip. Copy.

Dr. Lennox, she's responsive.

Becky, I'm Dr. Lennox.

Your burns are severe.

I'm sorry. This is a non -survivable
injury.

Is there anyone you wanted to call?

We will do everything we can to make you
comfortable, okay?

You're not alone.

I'm here.

Propofol?

I'll grab it from the med cart.

Peak pressures are improved.

Time of death, 743.

Please explain how a broken window
replacement turned into this mess.

Removing the window revealed water
damage to the wall and floor, which

a major water pipe leak.

Talk about the gift that keeps on
giving. Send a new estimate to my desk

end of day.

You got it.

Speaking of which, you talked to Maggie
since she left?

Not a peep.

Oh, how's Anna doing at Northwestern?
She's loving it. I mean, I'm loving it.

Yeah? Yeah.

She comes over on weekends, you know, we
hang out, lets me do her laundry.

Well, you sound happy. I do? Yeah.

Careful. Happiness is a trap.

You never made a follow -up appointment.

Didn't see the point.

Look, I understand.

You don't want the world to know about
your prion diagnosis, but that doesn't

mean you can blow off your follow -up
appointments.

Why? Did they find a cure? It's a
mistake not to deal with this.

No. My mistake was getting tested at
Gaffney because I didn't know you would

sent the results. So can we just pretend
that I didn't and you weren't?

What is this? An unaffiliated
psychiatrist.

She's a relative of mine.

Specializes in hard cases like you.

Hard pass.

You're clearly in the denial stage of
grief. No, actually, I've moved on to

anger, and I'm loving it. Look, I get
it, okay? This was devastating news that

you don't deserve, but you could be
symptom -free for another 20 years.

Or symptoms could start tomorrow, and
I'm dead in a year, like my mother.

You need an outlet.

Work is my outlet.

The second floor caved in on over 100...
It's all over the news and social

media. How many people were in the
building when it collapsed? Eighty.

It was an all -night rave in the West
Loop. The building was condemned and set

to be demolished next week. So are we on
MCI protocol?

Yes. The FDA is dispersing patients
evenly between trauma centers, but we

get between 15 to 20.

You've got this. Yeah.

Talk to me. Sisters, both 20s, vital
signs stable.

CRS form, stab shade in the abdomen.

Chicago Fire cut away the debris at the
scene to keep them as still as possible.

George, please page Abram. Got it. Both
received ketamine en route. I said no to

drugs at the rave, but yes in the
ambulance.

And now we are feeling no pain. And how
did this happen? I took my little sis

Shay to the rave.

Girlfriend needed to let off steam.

No, no, no. How did your injuries
happen?

Oh, we were dancing on the second floor
when it collapsed underneath our feet.

Something smashed my arm, then I was on
my back, and next thing I know, Shay's

on top of me. Sierra's arm stabs me in
the gut. I mean, how does that even

happen? We always said we wanted to be
closer.

Where do you want me?

Think we can salvage this arm with a
neurovascular repair?

Let's take a look.

Sierra's oxygen's at 98%, Shay's is 94%.

Breath sounds normal.

No pneumo. Heart rate 95 and 115,
respectively.

All fast for free fluid.

Let me accept the blood supply in the
arm.

Sierra's fast is normal.

Shade's got free fluid.

Sierra's brachial artery has flow, but I
can't find anything difficult.

Let's get a serum for X -ray.

The tip of Ciara's bone looks intra
-abdominal, but more concerningly, it's

right where Shay's spleen is.

So the bone might have pierced it.

We'll need a CT to confirm.

Good luck squeezing them both into one.
One false move and Shay bleeds out

faster than we can open her up to stop
it.

If we're right, Shay's a ticking time
bomb.

All right. I need everyone to please
take a step back. I'm looking for my

Jerome. He's not answering his phone. I
understand that you are concerned for

your loved one, but you've got to let it
work, okay? Go. I just called security

for backup.

Lay down, honey, okay? X -ray's coming.

Whoa. 24 -year -old Melvin had trauma.
Dr. Asher, trauma rooms are full. Take

treatment, too, okay?

Trini? Yeah.

Five is open.

Dr. Ripley? Yeah.

What do we got, Evie? Hudson Collins, 19
-year -old male.

Right leg was crushed by a collapsed
beam. Take treatment five.

Why am I here? He's high on ecstasy, but
we gave him 100 of fentanyl and root

for pain.

O2 is 98, heart rate 115.

He looks dry.

I should be dead.

We got you, buddy. On my count. One,
two, three.

I should be dead.

He was like this all the way here.

Thanks, Evie.

100 more mics of fentanyl. Stop fluids
at one liter. Copy.

It's so dark.

Everyone was screaming. I couldn't
breathe.

You're safe now.

I deserve to be dead.

Fentanyl's on board.

You're about to feel a whole lot better,
Hudson.

Help me die.

Please, please.

I'll do it myself. Just give me the
meds.

You don't mean that.

No, I do.

I want to die. Please, just help me die.

I want to die.

Please, please.

So what do you think his chances are?

Oh, third -degree burns over 65 % of his
body and an inhalation injury. Sadly, I

think his son's going to wake up an
orphan.

How's he doing?

He's stable.

The extremity burns are pretty deep, but
he's resting comfortably.

Well, that's good. I'll go book an OR to
debride his burns. With any luck, we'll

avoid infection and save both limbs from
contracture. Do you have room for one

more?

That depends, Dr. Howard. The OR
temperature is going to be turned up to

degrees. Can you tell me why?

Skin regulates body temperature, so when
burns destroy it, hypothermia becomes a

significant danger even at room
temperature.

Top marks.

We'll see you there. And remember, dress
to sweat.

Hi. Hi.

So you're a general surgery resident
now? Mm -hmm.

I didn't even know you were back.

No, it's my first week.

After I left cardiothoracic, I took some
time for myself.

But then Dr. Lennox called me and said
the slot was mine if I wanted it, so...

Well, welcome home.

Thanks.

I spoke to your mom and dad. They are
catching the first plane out of L .A.

Do you know what's wrong with me? The
bone probably punctured your spleen, so

need to remove it before you bleed out.

Surgery will allow us to amputate
Sierra's arm and to control further

from your intra -abdominal injuries.

Amputate? Can't you save it? I'm afraid
not.

There's no blood flow.

The tissue's completely dead.

What are my chances?

Well, obviously there's risk inherent in
any surgery, but we're very optimistic.

It's actually 50 -50. And the longer we
wait, the greater your risk of death.

So I may not wake up? Oh, my God.

Shay. That outcome is a possibility, but
as Dr. Abrams said, it is not the one

that we want. And the faster we get you
to surgery, the more your odds increase.

And 50 % likelihood of survival are odds
that I can work with.

Okay?

Okay.

You know, there is such a thing as too
much honesty.

You, of all people, think I was too
harsh in there?

Well, it's true I'm a big fan of tough
love. There's a way to convey the truth

without completely deflating hope.

And there's a difference between hope
and delusion. Yes, and there's also a

difference between honesty and emotional
brutality.

Hanging in there, Dr. Howard?

I'm totally good.

Yes, I noticed, but how?

Did you grow up in the Mojave Desert?

Hot yoga three times a week.

Should be required in med school. Blood
pressure's dropping. 90 over 56.

Crit 32.

A unit of blood should level it out.
Even if we successfully remove all the

skin, what's the likelihood he'll lose
one or both lymph infections?

Pretty low.

His youth is a big factor. Probably a
debridement could help ward off coming

across this. Pressure's still low
despite the blood.

Fluid loss from his burns is driving his
pressure.

Let's give one of FFP. Got it.

Kid's lost his mother and his father's
hanging by a thread. Let's not have any

more bad news.

Stabilizing. 115 over 75.

All right. Good, good.

Are you okay, Dr. Hatcher? Yeah, fine,
yeah.

Dean! What do I do? Keep going.

Keep going.

All right. Let me help you up.

Okay.

What's up?

I don't know if I should say anything.

Say anything about what?

Congratulations on the baby!

Uh, thank you? I know I'm not supposed
to know, but I overheard Hannah talking

with Archer earlier, and I just am so
excited for you both. I just can't help

myself.

Hannah's pregnant?

Oh, no.

Can you please help me? I'm looking for
Caleb and Ricky Aldrich. They were

brought in a few hours ago. I drove back
into town as soon as I heard. And you

aren't Becky Aldrich?

Becky Aldrich?

Are you Caleb's wife?

Yes, and Ricky's mother.

Oh, my God.

Are they dead? No, no, no, no, no.

We thought you were.

Bad as my husband?

He's got third -degree burns across 65 %
of his body.

Meds are keeping his blood pressure up,
but his kidneys are failing, and his

respiratory function is declining
rapidly.

So you're telling me my husband's going
to die.

That's unlikely. He'll make it through
the night. I'm sorry.

The other doctor, he said that you
thought I was dead?

Yeah, that's right.

Why would you think that?

I need to prepare you. The condition of
the body will be disturbing.

I understand.

Her name is

Bonnie Harper.

She used to be Ricky's babysitter until
six months ago.

Used to be?

I fired her because I didn't like the
way she was looking at Caleb.

I guess my instincts were right.

I'm sorry.

Hudson,

how you doing? I'm Dr. Charles.

Dr. Ripley asked me to drop by and say
hello.

Psychiatrist. Uh -oh.

Trust me, I'm harmless.

So sorry about what happened to your
leg. I understand it was crushed in the

building collapse.

Yeah, broken in three places.

I didn't feel a thing.

Well, I mean, that's going to be the
painkillers, right? And, you know,

psychedelics can have some pretty
powerful disassociative properties, too.

Man, you're good, Doc.

Well, come on. The rave was a little
hint, right?

Dr. Ripley told me that you wish you
died in the collapse.

Is that true?

It is indeed.

I still wish I was dead.

So I guess I'm just wondering, I don't
know, what would make you say something

like that?

Because I feel so damn good right now.

Okay. So you were just speaking in
hyperbole? No. I meant it.

I want to die before I start feeling
bad.

Pour the experts off.

Can you tell me exactly what happened to
your leg in as much as you remember?

There's so much awesome music and so
much touching and so many colors.

And then suddenly everything went black
and everybody started screaming.

Where were you in the club at the time?
Do you remember that?

I was on the floor, and there was
something really heavy pinned on my leg,

was yelling for someone to help me, but
no one could hear, and they just kept

running over me.

Oh, it was crazy, bro.

Honestly, it sounds pretty terrifying.

I mean, how'd you end up making it out
of there?

I don't remember.

Okay.

Outstanding job today, Doris. Thank you,
Miss Goodwin. You know, Maggie had some

big shoes to fill. She'd be proud of
you. I'm just keeping them warm until

gets back.

Hey.

You're, uh...

You're pregnant?

But, um... How could you not tell me? I
mean, I know we were probably never

going to get together again, but I
certainly had a right to know. Mitch,

It's not yours.

Dean. Well, I didn't see that coming.

Neither did I, if I'm being honest.

How, um... How far along are you?

It's you and I.

We were already broken up.

So are you two now, uh... No.

No.

We are going to co -parent together.

I'm sorry.

It's actually none of my business.

You're angry.

I'm not.

It's just... For a few hours, I thought
I was going to be a father.

And no matter what that looked like for
you and me, it surprised me how much I

really wanted to be one.

Hold up. I need the room.

From here on, things will move very
quickly, so I wanted to give you two a

minute to talk to each other alone.

Just say goodbye.

Do say the things that you would regret
not saying. Stop it, Dr. Lennox.

Stop what? Look, Casey. No, it's not.

Aren't you supposed to offer at least
some semblance of hope?

People think they want hope, but hope is
dangerous. Hope just gives you an

excuse to put things off. You don't
understand how we feel.

I understand exactly how you feel.

I'm sick.

I may not die today, but it's coming.

And there's nothing I can do to stop it.

No one can.

So, yes, say goodbye, just in case.

Because when time runs out, it's gone.

This should be me.

I brought you to that rave. I'm the one
with the life that's not worth all that

much. Let me finish.

You're this shooting star who deserves
the most incredible life

to get everything you've ever wanted.
And I am so sorry that I may have

taken that away.

Here, I wanted to go to that rave
because I always want to be where you

Don't say that your life is worthless.
It is not true.

I love you so much.

I love you too, Sierra.

You're the best sister in the world.

Always.

Cutting the bone to separate the lower
arm from Shay.

You're a gifted surgeon, Dr. Lennox.

A compliment is so off -brand for you.

I give to those not desperately in need.

Otherwise, I find them destructive.

I agree. Thank you.

Ready to fully detach the arm. Or what's
left of it.

Gurning. Yep.

On my count. Can somebody secure the
arm?

One, two, three.

Fear is crashing.

Fear's abdomen is distended. It wasn't
before.

She must have developed a delayed bleed
from the blunt trauma. She needs a

laparotomy to have any chance at all. We
are not losing them both.

Hello, dude.

Can you hear me?

Your wife asked us to lower your
sedation so she can speak with you.

No, we can't remove that tube in your
condition. No, no, no, no, no. Listen,

stop. You don't need to re -intubate.
You will die very quickly.

I need to speak to my wife.

Is Ricky okay?

Surgery couldn't have gone any better.
He'll recover.

Yeah, Ricky's a strong kid.

Have you seen him?

Not yet.

He's still in recovery.

I know about Bonnie.

Becky.

I have always loved you so much, Caleb.

Over the years, so many of my friends
grew apart from their spouses, fell out

love. But not me.

I always felt our love deepened.

I loved every moment of happiness I ever
had.

It happened next to you. I trusted you
completely.

What happened to that man?

He got stupid.

The fire captain said, candles in our
bedroom were what started the fire.

I don't want to be angry with you, not
now.

But you almost cost us our son.

Sorry.

It was a mistake.

Please, don't tell Ricky.

Honestly, I don't know if I can promise
that to you.

Thank you for saving Ricky.

Yay. Mind if I turn the light on?

Whatever.

How you doing?

Good.

Can I just go home?

You know what? For whatever reason, I'm
just not.

I don't know. I'm not comfortable with
the idea of letting you walk out of here

right now.

I just said I'm fine.

You know, another thing that Dr. Ripley
told me is that whatever fell on

your leg was way too heavy for one
person to lift off of you.

I'm just wondering, did you get any
help?

when i was trapped it was so dark

and

and and i was begging for someone to
help

me i was terrified and then

A girl.

Was it somebody that you knew?

A total stranger.

When she found me, she used her iPhone
light to get a better look at me, and

when I looked up at her, I swear to God,
she looked like an angel.

She told me that if we both pushed the
beam off of my leg,

that we could get it off.

And so we did it and it hurt like hell,
but it worked. And so she

helped me to my feet and she started
walking me out.

And that was when the roof collapsed on
us.

And we were both on the floor again when
I looked over at her.

Her head was gone.

I just left her behind.

I'm sorry you had to go through that,
Hudson.

If she didn't stop and help me... What?

What would happen? She would be alive.

And I would be dead. It's not logical,
buddy. Listen, listen.

Hudson, look at me.

It's a very human thing to try and make
sense out of some random, horrible,

tragic event, right? To impose some kind
of meaning onto it, some kind of logic,

when very often there just isn't any.

All right? Problem is that into that
logic vacuum goes guilt. It's just what

do.

In this case, what actually happened is
that a kind person made a choice, and

that choice was to help you.

And she did, and you survived.

And unfortunately, she didn't.

I didn't even know her name.

She's not the one who deserves to die.

Nobody deserved to die. But just because
she did doesn't mean that you don't get

to live.

Well, crisis averted.

The air is closed. Take her to recovery.

Let's take out Chase Sleen.

Retract her.

Chase crashing.

You've got to open up her chest.

On it.

These sisters are having very bad luck
today.

Murphy's Law.

Starting cardiac massage.

pH is 7 .2. She's 36 degrees.

Creatinine is 26. Keep transfusing on
level 1. Got a few diuretic hematoma

her fall. I'm trying to get control.

She's in V -fib.

Paddle.

Clear.

20 joules. Clear.

I'm going to call it.

Time of death, 1749.

20.

One milligram of epi.

She's gone, Dr. Olenek. Not until I say
she is.

Continue MTP.

20, clear.

100, lidocaine.

20. Clear.

Restarting cardiac massage.

Dr. Lennox, it's been 18 minutes.

I've had someone come back after 35.

Then it was one in a million.

Jay's gone. Not yet.

20. Clear.

Another milligram of epi.

Is it just about Jay?

20. Clear.

It needs to stop now.

BP 85 over 43, heart rate 120.

She's back.

That should not have happened.

Two in a million.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Heard a rumor today.

Apparently, you and Ripley are having a
baby. Congrats.

Trini overheard us talking this morning.

Yeah, nurses.

An information superhighway.

She talked to Ripley.

Naturally, he had some questions for me.

What'd you tell him?

Everything.

How'd he take it?

He's gonna need a few days to process.

Well, couldn't help notice that you only
came clean with Ripley when cornered.

What, are you uncomfortable about the
fact that I'm the father?

What are you talking about? Oh, come on,
I get it. I mean, I'm 64 years old.

I fainted in surgery today because I
literally couldn't take the heat. Are

okay? Why'd you take so long to tell
anyone?

I'm terrified, Dean.

Terrified of what?

Of a thousand things.

Of losing my status and respect that I
worked so hard to get here at work. I

mean, of telling Mitch, of my sister
hating me forever for having a baby that

she can't have.

Of being a mother.

Yeah.

Sometimes I worry.

About how this is gonna work you and I
raising a kid together I understand

believe me I have doubts that I'll have
the stamina to Have a baby again raise a

child That said every time someone asks
if I'm the

grandfather I'm gonna want to punch him
in the throat, you know

I'm uncomfortable telling anyone.

Because when I tell them, it'll make it
real.

Because it is real.

Yeah, and I'm feeling that more every
day.

You know what? Forget about telling
anyone else the truth.

It'd be a lot more fun watching people
slowly trying to figure it out.

Welcome back.

Shay.

Thank you.

How are you feeling, Ricky?

Good. He says he's not in much pain.

That means the meds are doing their job.

When can I see my dad?

I'm so sorry, Ricky, but... Dad didn't
make

it.

No.

No.

The burns.

We're just too severe.

He died a few hours ago.

How'd this happen?

What started the fire?

We don't know yet.

Honey, Dad loved you more than anything
in the world.

He knew nothing was more important than
keeping you safe.

And that's what he did.

And he died knowing that you were going
to be okay.

I'm glad you persisted today.

But you also got incredibly lucky.

Lucky? I don't think so.

Call the shrink.

Hey, that was fast.

Yeah, I was waiting for you.

What's wrong?

My babysitter just canceled last minute.
I'm so sorry, but can we reschedule?

Of course, of course. It's totally fine.

What if we just ordered in?

I haven't even told her about us yet,
and I'm not sure she's ready for that.

But she does already know me, so...

Is this about me reminding her of the
well?

No, no.

I think that familiarity will make her
fall even harder for you.

What are you afraid of?

Her getting attached too soon.

Okay.

Okay.

Look,

it's obviously your call, but these last
couple of months have been amazing.

And Amelia is an amazing kid, and I'd
love to get to know her better.

But we don't even know what this is yet.
It's all still so new.

Whatever this is, I'm in.

Amelia?

Come here, please.

How you doing?

Good. That's good.

Hey, can we have him come inside?

Yeah. Yeah?

Come on in.

Thank you very much.

I feel you.

We don't carry Chardonnay, sweetie.

Hattie Topper from Vermont.

Not happening.

Not surprised.

you better